Lu Yihang is not so stupid that he doesn't even want his life.

With a gloomy face, he asked Ling Shang to hand over the antidote, and then asked people to bring Mo Yun to them.

Ling Shang did not go directly to Donglai Pavilion, but first followed Ye Mushen and Mo Yun back to his residence.

Hua Wrong placed a few strange talismans on Mo Yun's body, and he was poured an unknown amount of anesthetic in the Chivalry Hall two days ago, and now he can't wake up for a while.

Ling Shang probed her pulse and felt slightly troubled.

He understands medicine and poison, and he also has some understanding of Taoist occultism, but he really doesn't have much confidence in the method of talismans.

Lingshao Fu had already been integrated into Mo Yun's blood and bones, so he could only ask Hua Yao to help.

Ling Shang rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, and suddenly felt a familiar warmth behind him.

Ye Mushen wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, and the movement of lifting his belt was much more proficient than before.

Ling Shang suddenly opened his eyes, pursed his thin lips slightly, and indifferently broke the hands on his waist.

His voice was hoarse and low, and it sounded gentle, "No need." ”

Ye Mushen just didn't hear anything, bit his back collar and pulled it down, and her soft lips pressed against the white back of his neck.

Ling Shang clasped his hand and increased his strength by three points, "Yixuan!" ”

Ye Mushen smiled coolly, "Tired? ”

“……”

"Still tired of it?"

Ling Shang let go of his hand, his gaze still remaining on the faint color of bright jade in the veins of Mo Yun's wrist.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and took out the white jade gourd of Tianqiu from his arms, thoughtfully.

Ye Mushen put away his playful smile, and just stood behind him, accompanying him wordlessly.

He guessed correctly, Ling Shang didn't stay for him.

The reason why Ling Shang chose to help him bring back Mo Yun was only because at some point in time, he suddenly thought that she still had some use value.

Ye Mushen even felt that her little use value was probably related to the reason why he hurried back to the imperial city.

In the past, he always couldn't figure it out, Ling Shang was obviously not a person who coveted power, wealth or fame, so what had he done so far?

Unexpectedly, after just two days, he guessed seventy percent.

Ye Mushen had never bothered to curry favor with Ling Shang as much as he had in the past two days.

If you want to please a person who is disheartened with himself, or such a stubborn and reticent person, it is naturally not enough to please the body alone.

Most of Ye Mushen's energy is spent figuring out this man's mind.

So, he fell into the abyss in Ling Shang's eyes.

He had never interpreted Ling Shang's every look, every expression, and every word so carefully.

repeatedly scrutinizing Ling Shang's off-string sounds, piecing together everything that happened in the past back and forth......

Ye Mushen actually stumbled into the most forbidden secret in Ling Shang's heart.

Layered and imprisoned that secret is a promise.

And that promise, in fact, Ye Mushen himself has an impression......

Things in the world, but everything that has nothing to do with love words, Ye Mu Shen has always seen much more clearly than the world.

Ling Shang let go of his love, hatred, and anger because of the Buddha's words, and Ye Mushen also looked down on the cause and effect of reincarnation because of Hua Yao's spur.

There was nothing left between them now, and nothing else.

Transactions are easier and easier than feelings.

At this moment, Ling Shang refused Ye Mu Shen's service, and Ye Mu Shen, as the beneficiary, should also show twelve points of gratitude.

No matter what Ling Shang's starting point was, Ye Mushen had to let him know that he was not ungrateful.